Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 422 Black and Red, Planning in the Shadows ([-]) Sharing
soul...

Calvin fell into thinking in this temple that belonged to him. This most fundamental and heavy sustenance was undoubtedly an unexpected burden for him.

Fortunately, he had the opportunity to transform his soul from the very beginning, and fortunately he had the power to purify the soul, otherwise he could hardly imagine that when these billions of souls entered his spiritual world, what would happen to him What kind of influence will the will have.

These are not those demons who can be devoured by Calvin without any scruples to make up for his own shortcomings. These are the same kind he recognizes in another universe. He can only let them live in his spiritual world after making a promise. sleep well.

How many of these souls are there already?Calvin never paid attention after the original SATA galaxy wars.

But just now, as his mind turned, all the souls in the entire spiritual world appeared in his vision.

7531095600 people...

A total of 75 billion souls, and even this number that makes Calvin's scalp tingle, is only a fraction of the number of people who were affected by the war or died in the war in the Storm Star Field for decades. That's all.

Just like the propaganda of the Empire's state religion in the Storm Star Field, Calvin is just the emperor's apostle walking in the world.

Therefore, when the people in the Storm Starfield finally face death under the condensed faith, most of them still choose the direction of the Golden Throne.

And this is just the Storm Star Domain.

What about the Pacific Starfield?
What about the limit star field?
And what about the Obscure Star Field, which is always in the most intense war because of the existence of the Eye of Terror?
How many souls flock to the golden throne every moment?How many souls have flocked to the Golden Throne in the entire empire for nearly ten thousand years?

How did they end up?

How did the emperor bear this burden that cannot be described in words?

Calvin finally turned around and stared at the icon of the emperor behind him, putting the question aside for the time being. This huge statue in Calvin's spiritual world only reflected the ideal in his heart and silently responded to his gaze.

Oh, and unyielding.

After Cerberus left, Calvin thought again of his latest acquisition.And in response to his call, this newly grown "feather" appeared in his palm with a faint light.

Unyielding, this is what he has learned from Cerberus and the dead sons of Guilliman, and it is also a valuable quality that these Astartes have shown him in centuries of fierce battle.

This concept has not yet grown up, possessing all kinds of inconceivable abilities like other concepts, it is now just the tiniest candle, burning quietly in his hands.

It has not even reached the true completeness, but even the most incomplete "unyielding" is just like its name, and it will benefit all those who feel it at the soul level.

Calvin could already feel his difference, the moment this feather emerged.

On the crown of the source of his own belief, among the thirteen steel thorns, with the appearance of "unyielding", a new flame has ignited.

And as this brand-new flame lights up, all the dead souls on the land of the pure land of souls are excited by it.

After being inspired by this spirit, they showed Calvin various interpretations of this spirit in human civilization according to their different identities.

Unyielding is not tyranny, it is the more determined eyes of soldiers when holding weapons.

Resilience is not anger, it is the sweat of hardworking farmers despite the devastation of war.

Unyielding is not an insatiable desire, it is a scholar who knows that the road ahead is dark but still keeps trying.

Unyielding is not an instinct that is difficult to let go when facing death, but a heart that still loves the world after truly understanding despair...

And this effect is also happening in the real world at the same time, happening to all the people who are closely related to Calvin.

The people on the Unremitting Jihad were the first to bear the brunt, no matter what their identities were, they all felt some kind of spiritual baptism and sublimation at this moment.

The awake people became more determined in their hearts after work, while the dormant people felt a moment of stability and tranquility in their dreams...

The Gray Knights and the Legion of Tindalos, who were fighting far away, felt that their hearts were filled with new strength after intense mental exhaustion.

Countless people who chanted the name of St. Calvin in the flames of war also felt comfort from afar at this moment...

"Let it go where it should go, because if it is Him, probably more people will benefit..."

Calvin thought so, and did the same.

He stared at this precious "feather" without hesitation, and then knelt down on one knee in front of the emperor's icon.

He tried to muster his will to establish a communication channel with the Emperor while stirring the power of the Warp, and then offered this "feather" to His hands at the moment when he was connected to that star-like dazzling existence.

"Uh, what is that..."

Navigator Harlins sat on his throne, his energies kept within his psychic vision.The moment Calvin summoned Terra, in his field of vision, the astronomical torch that was originally used as a reference coordinate was lighting up abnormally.

The instant highlight caused his three eyes to be stung to the point of tears, and in the perception of his heart, the existence that he was lucky enough to see had already arrived at this time.

"On the throne!" His loud voice sounded at the same time as the astropaths next door, and the psionic choir who was separated by a wall prostrated themselves on the ground, chanting the emperor's holy name.

That black light, completely different from reality, filled their entire perception, that light was so blazing yet so cold, at the moment when they thought they were going to dedicate their lives to it, this power was at the same time with them Like a Leviathan swimming through the void, he passed them silently.

The Gray Knights also sensed this power, and they were so familiar with this power, all the Gray Knights in the entire fleet saluted at this moment, paying the highest respect to this existence that shouldered the destiny of mankind.

Calvin, who had his eyes closed tightly, felt the familiar power, and the moment He descended, the weight in Calvin's hand also lightened.

He slowly opened his eyes in the spiritual world, and the holy statue in front of him disappeared at some point, and there was only a tall light and shadow standing on the high platform.

"Don't you think it's a pity?" A slightly cold voice asked meaningfully.

This voice was very similar to what he heard last time, but there were subtle differences.

"What a pity?" Calvin looked at the figure, but couldn't see his face clearly.Endless brilliance surrounded him, but there was darkness under the platinum robe.

"Faith, strength...and rights. Isn't it a pity?" said the figure.

"I don't think so." Calvin replied simply.

There is no lie in the spiritual world, it is only limited to how much truth you are willing to show, and Calvin at this time has no reservations about this figure, and his whole spirit is under the observation of the existence in front of him.

He was sure that the being in front of him was still the Emperor, but he could feel that his will was not the one he had seen last time.

Divine personality?No, not him.

If it is a divine emperor, then there is no way to hide the coldness in his bones, and he doesn't bother to hide it.With his behavior, there is a high probability that he will only give an order to Calvin to continue and then withdraw, and will never stay here for even a second longer...

Who would that be?

After Calvin ruled out the inference of the "God-Emperor" for the first time, he vaguely remembered some legends about the Emperor...

"Interesting idea...but I have to say, it's pretty close to reality."

The tall light and shadow sensed Calvin's thoughts and spoke in an unclear language. However, he was not interested in explaining Calvin's doubts, but continued to ask the question just now:
"What about responsibility, or ambition?"

"Responsibility? Ambition?" Calvin subconsciously repeated the words of the light and shadow, and the efficiency of the will in the spiritual world was far from being comparable to the language in reality. He understood what he meant almost in the next second.

"Ambition? That kind of monster bred by responsibility and ambition..." Calvin habitually confirmed to the latter, and then he was confirmed in the silence of the light and shadow.

"Yes!" Calvin replied.

"In the world I was born in, my nation never hides about it. We believe it out of pragmatism and find our own place." This sentence was said by Calvin without thinking, but the figure was instead I fell into thinking because of the semantics in it.

This is a clear conveyance of Calvin's will, that is, he wishes to live in peace in prosperous times, and rise up in troubled times.

He made no secret of his thoughts on responsibilities and aspirations, but he also clearly expressed his attitude that he would always put the fate of the entire human race first.

"Interesting ideas, interesting civilization..." The light and shadow left this comment, and then disappeared into Calvin's spiritual world.

The "feather" also followed the light and shadow after leaving him, and with the return of this concept called "unyielding", Calvin could feel that including him, all the people in the entire galaxy who thought they were human Life is benefiting from it.

Their souls have been strengthened in this baptism, and their will has become stronger in this sublimation. The corruption and distortion of chaos will pay a higher price, and the temptation and deception of demons will also pay a higher price.

After this battle, the positive emotions of the entire human race have increased visible to the naked eye. Facing the endless negative emotions in the subspace, those new positive emotions are like the existence of antimatter, interacting with the negative energy in the turbulent energy tide. Confrontation, and then annihilate each other...

This kind of change is not strong in the entire galaxy, but it still makes the Chaos Gods open their vigilant eyes.

Gein, this is the first rise and counterattack of positive emotions in the universe since the Battle of Heaven in the entire galaxy and even the entire subspace!

How have they ever received such the most arrogant provocation!
How have they ever felt such a threat to their very existence!

The bodies of the gods of chaos on the long river of time have awakened one after another, and the endless bloody battle on the stage of the gods in the depths of the subspace is also rarely stagnated!
The eyes of the gods swept all corners in the long river of time, but except for the existence that had already harvested a lot and returned to Terra, they rarely found any traces and opportunities to turn the tables...

This is not the first time, the disappearance of those "seeds" has already aroused the vigilance of the gods.

The gods of chaos stared indifferently at the golden existence under the gathering of their huge will, separated by the curtain between the supreme sky and reality.But when the emperor was ready, no one acted rashly after all.

The subspace is violently oscillating, and the endless power of chaos rises from its deepest part. The gods are raising their masterpieces. The largest incarnations of them who are imprisoned on their own thrones, after the will of their own bodies come, also He stopped the eternal battle and entertainment, and began to give orders with a serious face.

Endless demons are cheering in the unknown, celebrating the rare simultaneous rise of the gods, but in its grotesque temples and kingdoms, all the demon princes who are really qualified to know the truth bow their heads like a chilling cicada. Not daring to make a noise.

"Blood, I want to see more blood!" The blood light gathered on the brass throne, throwing more power into reality in the roar.

The endless blood light is constantly magnified in the subspace. After receiving the aftermath of the last subspace tide, its accumulated power finally reached a certain limit, so in the kingdom of Khorne, in response to the call of the blood god, A red angel slowly opened his eyes...

"A new era is about to begin, and my faith will spread all over the land!" The twisted shadow in the six-ring demon realm stood in the deepest part of the magic palace, spreading his faith to reality with profane and twisted words.

Countless cults lurking in the empire have been blessed one after another, possessing the power that originally required a lot of sacrifices to possess.They became more fanatical as they reaped the treasure, and under the shadow of Sharus, they began to turn from latent to active in an organized way.

"Everything...everything...hehe..." In the endless distortion of time and space, the invisible existence said to himself, and the two-headed demon behind him already knew the will of the Father God, and began to urge Follow the dark shepherds who have reached reality, and harvest more lambs for the glory of God the Father.

In the darkness, a huge fleet was quietly floating in the endless warp, and in one of the huge warships, the Primarch of the Word Bearers was awakening.

"...God Father really has no will?"

In Nurgle's garden, the restless Pale Lord of the Legion circled back and forth, and in the shadow behind him, a great unclean being the size of a small mountain was intently tending the cauldron in front of him.

"No, Father God, you know, it's just pretending. The scene at that time was too ugly. It's really unreasonable not to show a symbolic anger. Come on! Don't talk about this, try my new soup... ..."

"Taste your ma!" Mortarion roared angrily in his heart, but due to the subtlety of each other's identities, he still frowned and stepped forward to take the burl wooden cup from Kugas' hand.

When it was connected in the middle, it was confiscated, so the moment the magic eye in the center of the burl was pinched and burst, the whole cup let out a shrill scream.

After pinching his nose and drinking this stuff without "poison aesthetics", Mortarion couldn't wait to look at this loving father's "most favored":
"Then let's forget about it? My dear son died inexplicably, I... I can't even take revenge?"

"That's not to say..." Kugas pinned a Nurgling that climbed up from his waist to his belt to prevent it from accidentally falling into the pot, and at the same time ignored the little guy biting his nails on the protest.

It slanted its eyebrows and secretly looked at Mortarion next to it, but it was muttering in its heart:

What was the relationship between Typhus and you when he was alive? It's not a secret in Nurgle's domain. You really don't have a B number in your heart?Now running to it to mourn with it, is it really to avenge that traitor of his?

Pooh!Belief in his words is not as good as believing that the emperor can stand up and give him money...

"Then I can go out?" If there is no negation, it is affirmation. After hearing what Kugas said, Mortarion immediately prepared to pack up his troops and make trouble in the real universe.

What happened this time was too bizarre, and he would feel panicked if he didn't hit the empire like this.

Well, maybe it’s not that bad to be holding back, but it’s true that you’re panicking badly...

Looking at the re-established icon of the Emperor in front of him, Calvin knew that the Emperor was gone.Although he still had doubts in his heart, he was not going to pursue it, but got up and prepared to leave here.

Ok?
Calvin, who was about to withdraw, suddenly stopped his standing up, and his eyes were fixed on his hands.

On the palm he thought was empty, the concept called "unyielding" floated quietly, as if it had left and returned again, and it seemed as if it had never left.

"So, it's like this..." At this moment, Calvin finally realized something.

It turns out that the reason why order can fight against chaos is that its equivalent to the distortion of chaos is its purification, and its equivalent to pollution is sharing...

　Late update, a little tired, want to pigeon...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)